A Bit Of Philosophy - Poem by Twyla Lake
What's the use crying and sighing?
It won't drive away the gloom.
Rather turn to something better --
Sing a song or write a letter.
Then for blues, there won't be room.
One of the common faults of people
Is to feel they've been abused,
Hadn't we better look to our brother
Whom by life, may too be bruised?
We all have our little troubles;
Few think life is but a jest.
But if we keep sunshine on the surface.
Don't you think we've passed the test?
A while ago the tears were starting,
Thus the peacock of my clouds,
In writing others,
For my troubles, it forms a shroud.
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